Åh, jag undrar så ibland,
Om jag, blivit född
nån annan stans,
I ett annat land,
med ett annat namn.
Jag kanske va brunett
och inte särskilt lång,
och rund,
och min röst var gäll och dan,
ja, det lät som fan, när jag tog ton.
jag undrar vad jag hade gjort då.
Jag kanske hade blivit hålld om,
och älskat mig genom dan,
Men endå, haft samma drömmar som
den kvinna som lever sitt liv i Stockholm.
Ã…h, jag undrar
Blue Memories
(Brooks/Paul Kennerley)
When I close my eyes
I almost see
The way you look
When you were standing next to me
And I still feel you holdin' me tight
Oh I can hear the laughter
And all the words you whispered in the night
Picture this and paint it blue
A photograph of me and you
Smile has faded with the years
Washed away by all the tears
And when I look
All I see are blue memories
Oh how I remember the time
There was love in your heart
And that love was mine
If I could turn it all 'round again
We'd be lying side by side
And things would be the way
They were back then
Picture this and paint it blue
A photograph of me and you
Smile has faded with the years
Washed away by all the tears
And when I look
All I see are blue memories
Picture this and paint it blue
A photograph of me and you
Smile has faded with the years
Washed away by all the tears
And when I look
All I see are blue memories
Blue memories
Blue memories